07-22-2020, 11:32 AM
Hello all, feeling sad.
Yes, I ran over one of our pet dogs this afternoon.
Before the circumstances I'll share a bit of background of this beautiful dog. We have 4 dogs. 2 small poodles, charlie and rusty (one eye) and our 2 larger dogs. One larger dog is a Dal cross, I call 'boof head' (real name bella) and our newest babe was 'polar'. Now about 2.5 years old. I nicknamed her girlie. Polar is a very pretty dog being a Swiss Shepard crossed with a lab retriever. A larger dog approaching 40 kg's after we had her de-sexed. She is pure white and the most intelligent. Having retriever in her blood I guess lends her attention to dropping balls, sticks and whatever at our feet. Loves playing 'kick a ball' where while we are walking about the property she drops a ball at our feet which is in turn kicked and of course returned. The game repeats itself.
So we have had our puppy dogs living with us from nearly 3 years to 12 years. Charlie oldest, Polar youngest. Lost an old mate to a snake a couple of years ago. That dog was 12 to 13. Busted my heart. Adopted him from the pound in Darwin.
Well the dogs have their places. Sleep where ever. At night the 2 poodles sleep on the foot of the bed and the 2 larger dogs take up position either side on the floor. All very affectionate and loving. Can tell they would guard us with their lives.
We have a larger property and the dogs wait eagerly for us or true love herself coming home from work each day. I spend most of the day at home cutting wood. They greet the car or truck running around and across the paddock excitedly.
Well today, true love and I went to do our small bit of morning work in the village followed by a wood delivery in the truck to another village. We then went into town, did some chores, picked the young fella up from school and returned the 50 kilometres home. Not to be unexpected the dogs had broken out of the house (polar has worked out how to open sliding doors) and greeted us along the near kilometre winding driveway. We took a break and gave them some treats and we had a drink before reloading the truck. This evening my last chore was to hitch the large recycling bin up and go down the winding driveway and place it on the main road. The 2 poodles and boof head jumped into the rear of the cab. True love sat next to me. Polar or 'girlie' doesn't like riding inside and is quite content to run alongside. We got to the bottom of the property, hit the main road, dropped the off and turned around.
On the return drive back to the house uphill, I put some pressure on the pedal due to the load of timber in the rear. We have a 90 degree bend at one point in the driveway. Trees on the left and a slope on the right. As I negotiated this bend, 'true love' said, "Darl!" Too late. I heard a thump and that awful sound of a dog squealing. I pulled up and we both got out. Poor girlie. Lying on the side of the driveway bleeding and obviously in pain. I checked her over. Both rear legs tender and cut and a large split in her guts. God... I lifted her up and placed her in the rear of the cab. Took her up to the house. True love rang the vet. Our youngest bloke was beside himself. (his dog) Sorry but we left him with the other dogs and drove the 50 kilometres to the vet.
My oldest son met us there and thank goodness he is a large bloke. He was able to lift her gently out and carry girlie into the op theater.
It was reassuring to see the vet and a team there. Girlie was sore and shivering. Explained to the vet what happened. The rear of the truck was fully loaded with timber when it ran over her. The vet and team said they would take care of her. Of course we had to leave her there and take the return trip home. The vet rang and said they are operating tonight as I put these words out. Prognosis is good.
It is now 8.30pm here.
When your dogs love you unconditionally, you love them back. I hated seeing girlie in pain. Such a loving dog.
My regards,
Bally:(
Yes, I ran over one of our pet dogs this afternoon.
Before the circumstances I'll share a bit of background of this beautiful dog. We have 4 dogs. 2 small poodles, charlie and rusty (one eye) and our 2 larger dogs. One larger dog is a Dal cross, I call 'boof head' (real name bella) and our newest babe was 'polar'. Now about 2.5 years old. I nicknamed her girlie. Polar is a very pretty dog being a Swiss Shepard crossed with a lab retriever. A larger dog approaching 40 kg's after we had her de-sexed. She is pure white and the most intelligent. Having retriever in her blood I guess lends her attention to dropping balls, sticks and whatever at our feet. Loves playing 'kick a ball' where while we are walking about the property she drops a ball at our feet which is in turn kicked and of course returned. The game repeats itself.
So we have had our puppy dogs living with us from nearly 3 years to 12 years. Charlie oldest, Polar youngest. Lost an old mate to a snake a couple of years ago. That dog was 12 to 13. Busted my heart. Adopted him from the pound in Darwin.
Well the dogs have their places. Sleep where ever. At night the 2 poodles sleep on the foot of the bed and the 2 larger dogs take up position either side on the floor. All very affectionate and loving. Can tell they would guard us with their lives.
We have a larger property and the dogs wait eagerly for us or true love herself coming home from work each day. I spend most of the day at home cutting wood. They greet the car or truck running around and across the paddock excitedly.
Well today, true love and I went to do our small bit of morning work in the village followed by a wood delivery in the truck to another village. We then went into town, did some chores, picked the young fella up from school and returned the 50 kilometres home. Not to be unexpected the dogs had broken out of the house (polar has worked out how to open sliding doors) and greeted us along the near kilometre winding driveway. We took a break and gave them some treats and we had a drink before reloading the truck. This evening my last chore was to hitch the large recycling bin up and go down the winding driveway and place it on the main road. The 2 poodles and boof head jumped into the rear of the cab. True love sat next to me. Polar or 'girlie' doesn't like riding inside and is quite content to run alongside. We got to the bottom of the property, hit the main road, dropped the off and turned around.
On the return drive back to the house uphill, I put some pressure on the pedal due to the load of timber in the rear. We have a 90 degree bend at one point in the driveway. Trees on the left and a slope on the right. As I negotiated this bend, 'true love' said, "Darl!" Too late. I heard a thump and that awful sound of a dog squealing. I pulled up and we both got out. Poor girlie. Lying on the side of the driveway bleeding and obviously in pain. I checked her over. Both rear legs tender and cut and a large split in her guts. God... I lifted her up and placed her in the rear of the cab. Took her up to the house. True love rang the vet. Our youngest bloke was beside himself. (his dog) Sorry but we left him with the other dogs and drove the 50 kilometres to the vet.
My oldest son met us there and thank goodness he is a large bloke. He was able to lift her gently out and carry girlie into the op theater.
It was reassuring to see the vet and a team there. Girlie was sore and shivering. Explained to the vet what happened. The rear of the truck was fully loaded with timber when it ran over her. The vet and team said they would take care of her. Of course we had to leave her there and take the return trip home. The vet rang and said they are operating tonight as I put these words out. Prognosis is good.
It is now 8.30pm here.
When your dogs love you unconditionally, you love them back. I hated seeing girlie in pain. Such a loving dog.
My regards,
Bally:(